As they wait for the arrival of their children, Jag and Jaina remember the path that their relationship has taken. Just a little collection of fluffy vignettes..no purpose at all. ("The Wedding" rewritten)

"What do you mean
Jag can't come out?" Jaina demanded, her hands on her hips and her eyes
narrowed as she regarded her brother.

Jacen wanted to take a step back and get some distance
between himself and his definitely annoyed sister. The look on Jaina's face was more than a
little reminiscent of their mother's when she was in one of her more…loud
moods. Jacen fixed a smile on his face
and hoped that it would help her calm down.
However, from the flash in her normally warm brown eyes, whatever she
saw on his face only made Jaina's temper spike more.

"He's…uh…not in there," Jacen fumbled, wanting to kick
himself the second the words were out of his mouth.

"Jacen!" Jaina
exclaimed, throwing her arms up. "I just
saw you come out of his room! What were
you doing there if he wasn't there? And
I heard his voice…"

"I was talking to him on the comlink," Jacen said, grasping
at the lie like a falling man would reach for a dangling rope. "He wanted me to pick something up for him
because he's busy…uh…busy with travel preparations for his parents. He just wants to, er, make sure that all the
diplomatic stuff is right."

Jaina still didn't look as if she believed him but Jacen
thanked his lucky stars that she was too exhausted to push it and didn't bother
reaching out with him through the Force.
Jacen put an arm around her as they walked down the corridor and she
leaned heavily against him, stifling a yawn.

"You know, getting some sleep can't hurt," he said easily.

"No kidding," she said, rubbing her eyes. "But it seems like my To-Do list isn't
getting any shorter no matter how much stuff I give other people to do."

"You need me to do anything," Jacen offered, though he was
hesitant. His hands were full with what
she'd already given to do and with what Jag was supposed to do. Still, it wouldn't seem right for him not to
offer and he did feel sorry for her.
Jaina just wanted her wedding day to be perfect and he would never take
that away from her.

"No, no. I mean, it's
not too bad and you've got stuff to do anyway. Just concentrate on that and don't
screw up. We'll be fine I think."

Jacen smiled wryly, thinking of the ring he'd just seen Jag
working on. "It'll be perfect,
Jaina. You'll see."

Jag let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding
when he heard Jaina and Jacen's footsteps echo down the corridor. With an energy he didn't feel, he moved back
to his desk, worktable really, and went back to the delicate metalwork that was
necessary for Jaina's ring. He'd logged
in nearly forty hours on it and it was halfway done. Being the perfectionist that he was, he kept
on improving on the design and going back to add a few bends here and
there. Jacen had been impressed when he
saw it and that buoyed Jag's weary spirits.
He'd only gotten four hours sleep the night before and three the night
before that…he couldn't even remember if he slept the night before. He was getting sick of being in his room all
day, but he just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for the woman he
loved, and he was able to keep going.

A tired smile curved his lips as he thought of Jaina's
reaction when he gave the ring to her.
He wanted to make her happy and he hoped that she would like it…

A touch of anxiety stilled his fingers. His green eyes seemed to darken as he
wondered whether she would like
it. Swallowing hard, he looked down at
the half-finished ring, turning it slowly with his fingers so that the light
from his lamp caught it at different angles.
The reflection sparkled in his eyes and cast shadows on the walls,
holding his attention with ease. Despite
his worries, he was proud of his work and told himself that she would love
it. Her own brother, the other person in
her life who knew her as well as Jag himself, said that she would and Jag hung
onto that thought. Jacen had been a big
help and Jag knew that he owed the other man a big favor for covering his
back.

Sighing, he picked up his tools and replaced the ring in the
stand that he'd rigged for it so that he could work on it with both hands. His comlink beeped before he could start
working again and he turned it on, knowing full well who was calling him.

"I owe you lots, Brother," he said, a smile in his voice.

"If she slices me in half in order to get to you, I'm going
to come back from the dead and haunt you, Jag," Jacen said, his own voice
ragged.

Jag laughed. "Thank
you, Jacen."

Jacen sighed audibly.
"You're welcome, Jag, and get back to work. You've still got a good way to go."

Turning off the comlink, Jag squared his shoulders and gave
his task the same intense focus that he had during a dogfight. Holding his tools with the same assurance he
held the controls of his clawcraft, he got back to work.

The day of the wedding came too soon. Jag had finished the ring two days before and
had gotten enough rest so that he wouldn't look like a zombie when he and Jaina
promised each other forever, but the knot of apprehension in his gut that had
formed the day he put his tools down only tightened with each passing
second. The question of whether or not
she would like it circled in his mind like a carousel. He'd only shown Jacen the ring but he was
tempted to ask Leia and his mother what they thought but he stopped himself
from taking that step, mostly because he was afraid of what they would
say. If they didn't like it, there was
no way he could change the design now and the closer the day he was to give it
to her came, the more wound up he got.

"Jag!"

He nearly jumped a foot in the air and with dismay, Jag saw
that he'd ripped a button from his uniform.
His younger sister Wyn laughed uproariously as he stared down at the
button helplessly. He was so focused on
her that he didn't see his father careful hide a smile behind his hand and his
mother shake her head at him.

"Did you really have to yell?" he said tightly, glaring at
her.

"Now, Jag," his mother chided, taking the button from him
and deftly sewing it back on. "You're
just tense. Don't worry, everything will
go according to plan."

"Not with the Solos," Jag said as he finished buttoning his
jacket. "The only thing about them you
can be sure about is that nothing
ever goes according to plan."

"Rebels," Soontir Fel muttered, but he said it with a wry
smile.

"You look wonderful, Jagged," Syal Antilles Fel said. She brushed at imaginary lint on his
shoulders and he could see the tell-tale shimmer in her eyes.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, hugging her.

"If someone had told me the day you were born that you were
going to bring the Solos and the Skywalkers into our family, I would have…"
Soontir's voice faded as he couldn't come up with a proper analogy. "Well, I wouldn't have believed it, that's
for sure."

"New times, Dad," Jag said.
"Everybody ready?"

Wyn grinned up at him, threading a thin arm through
his. "We've been ready, Jag. Are you?"

He fought the urge to rub his knuckles across the top of her
head for it would ruin her hairdo. "What
makes you think I'm not?"

She threw him an arch look in a way that only a girl her age
could. "I scared the crap out of you
without even trying. You're about as
ready as…"

Whatever she had to say was forgotten as Jacen opened the
door. Cleanly shaven and his hair tamed
for the day, it was clear he'd inherited his father's more rakish features but
softened with his mother's wise gaze. It
was clear that Wyn had a bit of a crush on him and her attention embarrassed
him—as well as amused everyone else. She
smiled at him and he cleared his throat, fixing his eyes on Jag.

"Ready when you are," he said.

"Let's go," Jag said easily.

"You look nice, Jacen," Wyn said, fluttering her eyelashes
at him.

Jag rolled his eyes and put a hand over her face. She slapped at his arm but continued to smile
sweetly at an uncomfortable Jacen. Jag
forgot his worries for a moment as he fought the urge to burst out laughing but
then Jacen held out his hand, a brown eyebrow arched. He didn't have to say anything for Jag to
know what it was exactly he wanted.
Though his hands were steady, Jag's darting eyes betrayed his
nervousness. He put the velvet bag that
had been sitting in his pants pocket into Jacen's waiting palm. Jacen looked down at the black bag and then
straight into Jag's eyes. He didn't say
a word but Jag knew what he was thinking as clearly as if Jacen had spoken
directly into his head.

Everything was going to be just fine.

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